#cw circumcision

[thekimspoblog]

There's a prevalence of Jewish atheists who celebrate the holidays for cultural reasons rather than religious observance. I could see that applying to Kim and her feelings on circumcision.

I was more thinking: It's a hospital in America so they're going to push it on new parents. Kim straight up hadn't considered what she would say in this moment, so she refers to Jimmy's expertise. Jimmy doesn't want to admit that HE was mutilated, so he gives the green light to make Iris "look like his daddy". Sadly that's usually how this goes.

Either way thanks. I'm really looking forward to the prison smuggling fic.

I think Jimmy would at least consider Kim's opinion, especially since she has a traditionally Jewish last name. America is more likely to mutilate those born AMAB, but Jimmy is an ex–Catholic who typically don't engage in the practice.

1. Didn't realize Wexler was Jewish; I'd been wondering about the ethnicity of her name but hadn't looked it up. 2. I thought Catholics were circumcised. The ones I've met were at least. I mean in my timeline Kim is *very loosely* a born again Christian with ties to Satanism. Jimmy had considered unironically converting to Judaism before the remarriage, but never went through with it. Alternatively, when Kim found out she was having a boy, maybe she stayed up all night researching the issue. But that's still no guarantee she'd reach the same conclusions I did: the "it's more hygienic" argument is very prevalent even if I think it's an unsubstantiated claim. Either way, they would still have the same birth name. Kim low-key wanted a girl, but mostly she just sees the name as gender neutral.

Like the church they joined was the Riverton Unitarian Interfaith Church, so Dawson was preaching that all paths to god were valid in his temple. But again Dawson is dead, and any congregation members who may be working as nurses in the hospital, Kim's going to be skeptical of their medical advice.

I was curious about circumcision in America since you made your post, so I looked up stats by state. Catholics believe its a neutral action religiously since baptism has replaced the covenant with God that circumcision is for Jewish people. It's more common in American Catholics and more again in Eastern states. It goes from like 80% of men to less than 10% in western states.

My lore has them settling in Colorado which is 56%, while states like Oregon it is only 17%.

So i think its highly dependent on the state as to the amount of pressure that a parental couple would receive.

What about Wyoming?

Kinda wild to see tbh

Such variation in the practice between states

I think it's definitely falling out of vogue. But then again RUIC does give off some strong "conflake cult" vibes so who knows.

That's true. I have faith in parents who make good choices for their AMAB babies.

I think Dawson on some level genuinely believed that all religions have a grain of truth. But mostly he just wanted to cast a WIDE net in recruiting members, because that means more tithes.

Makes sense, people love to feel like they're in on something special.

In general, Iris would be raised the same; the parents wanted them to grow up free to express themselves and they didn't put too much gendered expectation on them. But in the back of their heads it's like: AMAB (Jimmy's POV): My son! Someone to carry on the McGill name. Chip off the ol block; I'll teach him everything he needs to know. AFAB (Jimmy's POV): My little girl! My princess! Anything she needs, just talk to her daddy... even if it's a pony not sure how I'd say no. AMAB (KIm's POV): I swear on the stars this one's going to grow up to respect me. AFAB (Kim's POV): So... how young is too young to start lecturing her about keeping her hand over her drink?

Yeah, Jimmy is an excellent parent either way. Which is ironic because if Kim had an accidental pregnancy they'd kept during BCS days then Breaking Bad would have never happened.

I think Breaking Bad would have still happened. Just Iris would have grown up in a mansion getting corralled into the Panic Room every other week. Not too different from how things ended up anyway tbh. But if Iris grew up with Saul Goodman money they would have ended up very spoiled, as both parents were trying to compensate for insecurities by buying the child's love. The real reason everything went down like it did, was because in Sheepdog, Kim was given the option to have Iris in 2005 OR delay it and wait until 2017, and Kim foresaw how in the 2005 timeline, Jimmy's failure to deal with the Chuck baggage low-key ruined Iris's life.

She decided they would both be in a better place mentally and emotionally if they waited and sorted out their shit a little more first.

They're trying to be progressive, but let's face it both still have some issues with gender politics. I mean when Iris came out as nonbinary, Kim had a little private crisis like "Wait you can just OPT OUT of being a woman?! THAT WAS AN OPTION?! I'm 60 years old and I'm learning this now?!"

[realbeefman]

house would ask chase to circumcise him then act shocked and appalled when chase says his priest training didn’t include circumcisions. he’d then say something antisemitic in a way scholars haven’t conceptualized yet and leave to go harass wilson

[stargildedskies]

I am fellow of Rick flags Sr lover I I don’t know if you are still taking requests for Rick flags if you are not then please disregard this but if you are

I was wondering if I could ask NSFW alphabet X and K thank you so very much. I really do hope you enjoy your day and I love your work 

Hi, hi! I absolutely am still drooling about this man taking requests for him 🙂‍↕️. Thank you for the super sweet compliments! 💕

Cw: fem!reader, Breeding kink/pregnancy kink, age gap, brat taming, overstim

X: I really thought about just leaving the screenshot of his crotch close-up here with nothing else added…. but allow me to elaborate. This man is HUNG. Rick Flag Sr has a massive Flag pole (ha) with big, heavy breeding balls to match.

He’s circumcised and only slightly above average length, but his girth is no laughing matter, even when he's flaccid. 100% a shower; you know exactly what he's working with. Rick has to prepare his partners extensively to take him, or they just have to be ready for the stretch of a lifetime.

No part of this man is small, and his military service has left him deliciously toned. His biceps are the best pillows in the world, and if you kiss along the contours of his muscles or scars, his hefty cock gives a delicious little twitch. Rick’s body is toned because of his occupation, not for vanity reasons, but he can't lie and say that he's not flattered (and more than a little aroused) when you show appreciation for his rugged body.

K: Oh, I've been waiting for this one. With a dedicated partner he loves, Rick develops the breeding kink of all time.

Before falling for you, Rick would've said that he's too old and jaded to do any of that shit ever again. He’s a tough army man who had a son at a very young age with a wife he grew to dislike, and that's gonna leave some deep scars. He likely missed out on a lot of her pregnancy and Rick Jr’s childhood because of deployments, and he also has a lot of guilt around that. It only gets worse when his son dies in Corto Maltese….. but

You come into his life and show him the love and understanding that he didn't think he would ever receive from another human. His pain and guilt are eased immensely by your gentle, soothing compassion and sparkling intelligence as you work through any relationship hurdles. Rick begins to understand more and more about himself and why his marriage failed (caused by both faults from him and his ex-wife), and you encourage him to be an even better man.

Rick finds himself considering marriage once again, but he still winces every time he thinks about how you're a younger woman and would probably want children. You're too aware of his pain to bring the subject up, but he worries that staying with him would rob you of the joys of motherhood. However, that all disappears one night.

Rick had been invited to countless family gatherings since his string of tragedies but couldn’t bear the thought of being stuck in a room full of happy people who pitied him. Through your gentle support, he finally agreed to give a very small get-together a try, which is how Rick found himself knocking on the door of his cousin's house one night for dinner around Christmas.

It took a moment, but a man who vaguely resembled a very tired, younger Rick with no beard opened the door, chuckling softly. "Sorry, the little one is not happy at the moment. We're running behind and haven't even started cooking yet."

It had been so long since Rick had seen his family that he didn't know they had just welcomed their first child. He froze and was prepared to reschedule for another night, but your eyes lit up, "Oh, it's not a problem at all."

Before Rick could blink, you had already introduced yourself and offered a hand in the kitchen. In no time, you were giggling and chatting with his cousin's wife, rocking their baby in your arms as the other woman stirred a pot simmering away on the stovetop. Rick was sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer and conversing with his cousin, but his warm, brown gaze was fixed on you. You looked nothing short of angelic underneath the glow of the Christmas lights as you cooed at the baby in her little holiday outfit. Something just clicked in his brain, and he understood. He wanted to see you just like this, except in your own home, with your baby.

From there, it only took a few days for Rick's brain to devolve into visions of you swollen with his child, waddling around your home as you nested and decorated the nursery. He wanted to massage your aching back and breasts, to pamper you like a goddamn princess- no, a queen who wanted for nothing. Rick had gone from casually looking at rings to feverishly checking the shipment status of one, all so he could do things correctly and set a diamond on your pretty finger before giving you his baby.

Age Gap: You cannot look me in the digital eyes and tell me Rick didn't immediately pop a boner when Ilana said that she liked older men. He is absolutely not one of those old creeps who wants some innocent girl with no life experience, but there's something so goddamn hot about a strong, capable younger woman who freely and clearly chooses him above men her age.

A little bit of teasing/brat-taming also turns him way the hell on. Use your wit to be snarky, and don't be surprised if you find yourself thrown on the bed with Rick coaxing orgasm after orgasm from your tired body with his hands and tongue.... just wait until you get to the point where he gives you his heavy, aching cock.

NSFW alphabet link here!

[bleach-your-panties]

1-800 D!CK-DA§H ... × 📞

ft. none other than, who else, but the golden mf trio (renji, izuru, shuhei) + kensei lol. creds to @sacredwarrior88 for the concept!

cw for entire work: fem reader, modern au, explicit sexual content (you literally called a 'dick-for-order' hotline), explicit language, pet names, oral (f! & m! giving/receiving), creampies, cumshots, + MUCH MORE. read at own discretion. individual scenarios + a gangbang at the end. the receptionist is so done with life LOL.

wc: 1.5k

menu: 💨 1. 💨2. 💨3. 💨4. 💨bonus

"Hello and thank you for choosing Dick Dash. My name is Shinji; so, what's your type?"

You had to press your free hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh - when your friend Mashiro told you about this, you honestly thought she was joking.

A point was made in your late-night girl talk about the guys at your university being lackluster in the bedroom and being too lazy to satisfy a woman properly.

"U-uhh, my type?" You stuttered dumbly, "you mean like -"

"Dick size, pubic hair, circumsised-"

You cut him off abruptly, "Oh wow, this is kind of embarrassing."

On the other end, Shinji rolls his eyes. He sat up straighter in his chair and removed the toothpick from his mouth.

"And calling a dick hotline in the first place isn't? Come on; I don't have all day, sweetheart."

'Okay, attitude.'

You let out a huffed breath. "Alright, Shinji, I'd like to place an order: "

"-lots of tattoos, dick length 8.5-9 inches, circumcised, good stamina, and cums A LOT."

Your cheeks were absolutely enflamed as you relayed your request to the stranger over the phone.

"My, that's a tall order," Shinji smirked, "I have just the person for you, doll. He'll be right over. Thank you for choosing Dick Dash!"

And he hung up right in your face.

As soon as the phone call ended, your palms began to sweat.

Were you really that desperate for decent dick to go and blindly order it off the phone like you were simply ordering a pizza?

Nervously, you began to pace around your living room, your hands continuously running over your jeans to eliminate the moisture from your palms.

Ding dong.

Well, you're about to get the answer to that question.

You stood on your tip-toes to look out of the peephole. All you could see was...red.

You unlatched the door and a tall, redheaded male - covered in tattoos, just as you'd asked - stepped over the threshold.

His hair almost matched the color of the red polo shirt that he had on.

A giggle bubbled up in your throat at the fact that they had an actual uniform and everything: red polo, black pants, black belt, and a cap with 'DD' in black lettering across the bill.

"Hey cutie, I'm Renji. You called for me?"

Renji had a cocky confident smirk set across his lips.

Then he started unbuckling his belt.

Your eyes blew wide. "W-wait, you mean we do it right now?!"

Renji shrugged, "I mean...I can wait. Just keep in mind that I get paid per 15-minute interval."

"Oh! Well, that's fine then."

For the first thirty minutes, the two of you just talked. Renji was pretty down-to-earth and funny, in all actuality.

You had tears in your eyes from the stupid jokes that he was telling you.

Now those same tears stung your eyes as you kneeled on the carpeted floor of your living room, your knees getting rug burns as Renji fucked your mouth.

"Just like that, baby. Remember to breathe through your nose. Atta girl.." His thighs clenched when you laved your tongue over his balls, right up through the seam separating them.

Heavy, rough hands pressed down further on your shoulders as Renji groaned loudly with his head thrown back.

His cap rested on the arm of your couch and the hair tie that had been holding his hair up had broken earlier due to his rough thrusting. A few maroon-red hair strands lay slicked against his forehead while the rest cascaded down his back.

The feeling of Renji's cock nestled deep in your esophagus had your pussy running rivers onto the soft beige material beneath you, and even more so when he reached down to rub a calloused thumb against your sensitive button.

Your knees shivered and your stomach buckled in, orgasm washing over you in undulating waves.

"Damn babe, you cum just from sucking cock?" His chuckle was strained and throaty as he moved to stroke his fingers over your dripping cunt before pushing two inside.

"Ohh!"

Renji began fingering your pussy at an insane pace that had your toes curling and tears trickling down your face like a fountain.

You placed your hands on his thighs to try and push back from him but he moved his free hand to take a fierce hold of your hair.

"Nuh uh. Take it. Take it and keep my dick in your mouth while you do."

You did as you were told, but it was a struggle. His heavy balls slapped against your neck while pre-cum and saliva dribbled down the sides of your mouth, coating them.

"Fuck! Gunna cum, gunna cum, gunna cum - oh shitttt." A steady stream of ejaculate shot into your mouth - warm and salty - and you gulped it all up like a greedy whore.

Renji held you by the back of the neck and slowly pulled you off of his dick with a soft 'plop'.

"Fuck, that's a talented mouth you have there, babe. Now, how do you want it?"

You weren’t so hesitant with your requests now.

"Rough. From the back."

"Nasty," Renji smirked, "bend over."

Your aching knees screamed at you as you then planted them into the rough fabric of the couch.

"Arch f' me, baby."

His hands smoothed over the globes of your ass before he smacked each one, enjoying the way the flesh jiggled beneath his large hands.

Hiking one foot up on the couch and taking his heavy dick in one hand, Renji teased you by sliding the head against your puffy clit.

"Please Ren...put it in.."

"Giving me a nickname already, sweetheart? I must be doing something right."

You were about to ask again when he thrust upwards, then dragged the head through your slippery folds until he was slipping inside your hole.

"Oh God.."

Your head dropped to your hands that were gripping the back of the couch in earnest.

Renji was long and thick; the veins trailing up and down his cock massaged your walls with delicious friction.

"Feeling good, baby girl?" He pressed you into a deeper arch and your mouth fell open.

“Y-y-y-” You struggled, stuck on the first letter of the word. Renji chuckled and smacked your ass, jiggling the flesh in his palm.

His brown eyes were transfixed on how his dick was moving in and out of your pussy, your juices covering his length leaving a silky, translucent sheen up to his base and smearing into his red pubes.

“Damn, pretty. Good pussy like this shouldn’t have to order dick. If you were my girl, I’d fuck you good every night.”

Renji’s large hand cupped your ass cheek, spreading you open wider to take more of his thick length, which left you howling. He wasn’t even going that fast, but he was so thick that he could reach all your spots with a few deep strokes.

“You stopped talking to me, sweetheart. Why don’t you tell Ren how good it feels, yeah?”

He sped up his pace, thrusting harder and directly into your G-spot, making you scream out his name in pure bliss.

“Renji!”

Said redhead hummed, moving the fingers of his free hand down to your clit, rubbing it vigorously side to side as his thrusting never slowed. Using his upper body, he pressed you further into the couch cushions. 

The entire couch banged against the wall from the sheer force of his thrusts. Your neighbors might have something to say about that..

“Renji, please..! I’m going to c-cum!”

You had never felt anything like this in your young adult life. Seems that the guys on your campus really didn’t know how to fuck.

“Go ahead, pretty. Make my day and cum all over this dick.”

Strands of his lustrous, dark red hair stuck against your back as your orgasm hit you like a crashing wave, but Renji didn’t stop thrusting; in fact, his thrusts got even faster.

“W-wait!”

There was no waiting when Renji was focused, and right now his focus was getting a second release out of you on top of his own.

“What are we waiting for, pretty? This is what you ordered, right? Come on, you didn’t think I was done that quick, did you?” 

The smirk in his voice was evident as the sly redheaded male quite literally fucked you into the couch. With one tattooed arm wrapped around your middle while the fingers of the other toyed with your sensitive clit, you could feel that same feeling bubbling up in your stomach once again, but more intense.

“Go ahead, and let go for me, babe - oh, holy shit - !”

Renji’s rough, calloused fingers stroking your clit like guitar strings paired with his rough, rhythmic thrusting caused a stream of liquid to gush from your pussy and soak the cushions of the couch. Good thing you lived alone…

Your squirting triggered his orgasm and the redhead pulled out just in time to spray his cum across your plump ass cheeks, some of the white strands hitting your upper back and even landing in your hair.

“Good girl…” He cooed, patting you on the butt affectionately as he climbed off of you and headed to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up with.

Meanwhile, you lay flat on your belly in the wet spot, attempting to catch your breath.

Renji had righted himself, looking exactly how he did when he first entered your apartment, smirk included.

After paying, you gave an awkward smile and walked him out so he could return to his shift. The thought of him seeing other girls made you just the teensiest bit jealous, but what could you do?

Turning to walk back inside, you heard a soft crinkle of paper in the back pocket of your jeans. Upon reaching into the pocket, you’d pull out a crumpled note:

‘Think I might call in sick for the rest of the day. Only thing that’ll make me feel better is a 2nd round ;)’

[atevanfool]

Tommy's Tummy

Where Tommy worships Evan's slightly pudgy abs

Rated: E | Words: 2,132 | CW: None | A bit of a praise kink

Also on Ao3

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Tommy pushes Evan backwards through the door into their room. Their lips are locked tightly together as they kiss feverishly, hands groping at each other's faces to hold each other that much closer. Evan whimpers into him, begging for more. Who is Tommy to object?

Reaching the bed, Tommy pushes his boyfriend back onto it where Evan lands with a resounding whoomph, sinking deep into the neatly made covers. Dilated blue eyes watch Tommy closely as he slowly undoes the buttons to his shirt, one at a time as he stares straight back at the younger man. A pink tongue darts out and licks a swollen bottom lip as a keening whine escapes from between them. “Tommy.” Evan whines, shimmying with pent up energy. “Hurry up.”

Tommy shakes his head, letting the soft black fabric slide from his shoulders, revealing a cut off tank top that he yanks over his head. “Get undressed.” He orders, holding his hands suggestively at the button of his jeans. Evan won’t get what he wants until he listens.

Quick as lightning, Evan has his shirt off, thrown carelessly aside for Tommy to clean up later. His face flushes some as he flicks the button on his own jeans and pulls down the zipper, oh so slowly. With less enthusiasm than his shirt, he yanks down his jeans until his boxer brief covered cock comes into view. Tommy swallows. Hard.

Evan’s body is perfect. His biceps bulge each time he flexes, and his legs are those of a Greek god. His obliques are strong, and ripple every time he moves but Tommy’s favorite part? Oh ho, Tommy’s favorite part is the slight bulge of a soft tummy, one that still shows the outline of hardwork and dedication but just never quite goes all the way flat.

Tommy knows that Evan has a bit of a complex about his stomach. He tries not to let anyone see - has no issues getting changed at work or going to the beach or the pool - but when they’re home alone, sometimes Tommy peeks in on his boyfriend in the shower and sees him poking listlessly at his tummy via his silhouette on the shower curtain. Evan thinks he doesn’t notice when he curls in on himself at night and readjusts Tommy’s hands ever so slightly so they’re not resting directly on the soft part. Once they’re asleep, though, Tommy’s hands creep right back down, cupping it in his strong grasp, loving the way it molds to the shape of his palm.

His already aching cock seems to grow even harder as he watches Evan slip out of his jeans, throwing them to meet his shirt somewhere in the distance. The waistband of his underwear sits just underneath his bellybutton, making Tommy want to pounce. But he holds back because his Evan isn’t all the way naked yet. Licking his lips, he flicks open his jeans and waits, watching Evan. Evan’s breaths come in short, soft bursts as he pushes his fingers into his boxer briefs and, finally, pulls them down, exposing himself.

Evan’s cock isn’t really all that spectacular, not in the way so many people write about. It’s got quite a bit of girth to it, and it’s on the slightly longer side of average. The tip is tapered slightly, circumcised. For Tommy, it’s the most perfect penis he’s ever been allowed to bear witness to.

“Your turn.” Evan demands petulantly, tanned skin dusted red with desire. “Lose ‘em.”

Tommy clucks his tongue and pulls down his jeans, faster than he did his shirt. He wants Evan, and he wants him right now. There’s no more time to wait. Groaning with his own desire, he kicks his pants to the side and then crawls up the bed to blanket Evan’s body, kissing him breathless once again. Their erections line up just right, only the fabric of Tommy’s briefs between them. Tommy grinds down against Evan, their cocks sliding together with a delicious, nearly painful, friction. Both men sigh as pleasure makes their toes tingle.

Sitting back on his heels, Tommy slots himself right between Evan’s legs so that his cock is pressed along the underside of his balls, partly against his perineum. He wiggles, and smiles sly at Tommy. “Just what are you doing?” He asks, voice husky. Tommy’s dick can’t help jumping at the image of an Evan so debauched just from kissing.

“Just sit back and relax.” He croons. Leaning over, he grabs some massage oil off the nightstand that they use after especially taxing days. It smells of lavender and mint. Pouring some into his hands, Tommy warms it by rubbing his palms together. As he does, he rocks gently into Evan, the heat of him pressing against the sensitive skin of his balls. Satisfied that the oil is temperate, Tommy places his hands right on Evan’s plump stomach and begins to massage it. He gasps and tries to pull away but Tommy doesn’t let him. Grabbing his hips, Tommy says firmly, “Stay. Put.”

Whining, he shifts restlessly. “Tommy.” The way he says his name comes out as a plea. “Don’t.”

Tommy shakes his head. Again. “I’m going to love every part of you and then some, and you’re going to just sit here and take it like a good boy, do you hear me?” Tommy Kinard rarely demands anything from his boyfriend who aims to please everyone, no matter the ask, but once in awhile, inside the bedroom, Tommy allows himself to become the authoritarian people expect from someone of his stature. When there’s no response, he bends himself in half and clamps his teeth down around the skin right next to his bellybutton. It’s soft, and satiny-smooth against his lips and he sucks on it like a dying man in need of water after finding an oasis.

He doesn’t care that Evan’s skin tastes like oil. He continues to lick and suck and bite as his hands make short work of his body, oiling up every inch of his perfect chest. Evan thrusts his hands into his hair, losing himself too far to pleasure to continue fighting Tommy’s touch. Covering Evan’s body once more, he takes his lips in a ferocious kiss as he grabs Evan’s stomach, holding it.

“I… I need you inside. Please Tommy.” Evan begs, wrapping his arms firmly around Tommy’s neck, pulling him close as Tommy continues rutting against him. “Fuck, please.”

“You’ve been such a good boy, Evan.” Tommy purrs, licking at his ear. “Good boys deserve rewards, don’t you think?” He tweaks the man's nipples as he nibbles at his earlobe. Evan bucks against him. “Say that you’re a good boy.”

“I-I’m a good boy. I-I’m such a good boy, Tommy. Please fuck me.” He pleads, voice raising higher with his pure want.

Tommy grabs Evan’s stomach once more and squeezes once again. “That’s right. Now flip onto your stomach.” He backs off just enough for his boyfriend to turn around, burying his face into the pillows. Reaching once more for the bedside table, Tommy grabs the actual lube this time and pours it over his fingers. Setting it on the bed next to him, Tommy straddles Evan’s thighs, wanting him to feel every inch of his thick digits.

Pressing one in, he rubs down the length of Evan’s spine as he coos at him, praising him for taking just one finger so well. He whimpers and shakes his ass, begging for another. Tommy obliges, sliding another one in, immediately crooking them just right to hit Evan’s prostate. He gasps, throwing his head back and eyes popping open wide. “Feel good?” Tommy asks, licking a stripe up Evan’s sweaty neck. His skin glistens with a fine sheen making Tommy wish he could lick him all over. Maybe after they cum once. He’ll spend time worshiping every inch of his Evan.

“So good. But that’s enough. I need more. Need your dick in my ass. Fuck.” Evan is the one grinding down now, thirsty for enough friction that the soft down comforter can’t provide.

“Hmmmm.” Tommy hums. “So greedy. But I can do that for you, I guess.” Reaching once more for the bottle of lube, he coats himself in it, tip to root, and then lines himself up. As soon as his tip breaches that tight ring he lets out a guttural moan as he’s enveloped by the pulsating heat that is Evan Buckley’s body. Evan shudders once and then breathes out a sigh of relief, probably relishing in that feeling of fullness he can’t get anywhere else.

Tommy hardly gives him time to adjust, though. Grabbing the younger man by one shoulder, the other on his opposite hip, Tommy sets a brutal pace, pistoning into Evan with abandon. The bed creaks and shakes under his force and Evan is gasping into the pillows with his mouth hanging wide open. Drool dribbles out the corner of his lip but he has no air to suck it down with.

Evan widens his legs, changing the angle, exhaling sharply as the tip of Tommy’s cock slides mercilessly into his prostate, over and over again. Reaching under the man, Tommy strokes him, his own erection so hard it could give a steel rod a run for its money. The crown leaks profusely, easing the glide of his work roughened hands, though his calluses still pull slightly at the skin, finally giving Evan the friction that he craves.

Tommy lets go of his shoulder and grabs both hips for purchase, punching in even harder, faster, than before until Evan can do nothing but keen, forehead  digging into the pillows. Grunting Tommy asks, licking his lips, “Feel good? Like the way my cock fills your hole, huh? I love the way your stomach bounces, so fucking hot.” He reaches forward and grabs two handfuls of said tummy and squeezes, exhaling when his dick thickens a little bit more. There’s not really enough room so Tommy forces Evan to his elbows so that he can feel every part of him, loving the softness.

As his balls begin to tighten, he stops and pulls out, both men gasping at the sudden change. With more gentleness than his thrusts, he turns Evan onto his back, spreading his thighs once more as he pushes back in. Immediately he picks up the pace again and Evan is rocking down to meet each thrust, his cheeks ruddy with exertion. Tommy squishes his pecs together, loving the feeling of the soft bit of chest hair he feels there before sliding his hands down and letting them simply rest against his Evan’s abs.

Both of them are panting, and Tommy can tell he’s close. Not wanting to get there quite yet, he slows down his pace exponentially and leans down so that he can kiss Evan once again. This kiss is soft and languid, though still fiery with their combined passion. Evan grips Tommy’s shoulders until he’s certain there will be fingerprints left. When they pull apart, Tommy buries his nose into the crook of Evan’s shoulder and breathes him in until his balls pull up tight and he breathes, “I’m coming.” As he does, he bites down on that space, filling Evan with every drop of his seed, emptying himself completely.

With a few jerks of his own hand later, Evan comes too, exhaling sharply as his spend coats the lower part of Tommy’s abdomen and gets in his pubes. Gently Tommy pulls out, apologizing when Evan winces. They never go that rough but Tommy needed it. “Are you okay?” He asks, brushing a clean hand through those illustrious curls.

“So good. Better than good. Never been better in my life.” Evan says, smiling up sleepily at him. “But uh… I think I’m gonna need a quick nap before we go for round two.” He grabs Tommy’s earlobe and yanks down on it as he promises, “Next time, it’s your turn.” With some effort, he lifts his body off the bed enough to kiss Tommy, who’s looming above him.

Flopping back down, he scoots over into a semi clean spot on the bed, and curls up. Smiling fondly, Tommy retrieves a wet towel and cleans them both up, being extra soft around Evan’s abused entrance, before joining him back on the bed. Spooning him from behind, he lets his hands stroke down Evan’s abs, grinning as he licks Evan’s neck before burying his nose at his nape.

Quietly, just as they’re both about to drift off, Evan asks, with so much uncertainty in his voice, “It doesn’t bother you?”

Tommy doesn’t even bother asking him to clarify. Eyes still closed tight he says firmly, “Evan, I love each and every square inch of you and wouldn’t change you for the world.”

[dumbgoondog]

JJK D-Evaluations (Part2)

MDNI +18 NSFW

Ft: Nanami, Toji, Todo, Yuta, and Inumaki.

Cw/tw: mentions of past abuse(Yuta) and depression(Toji)

Kento Nanami - Average size balls, a bit loose, low hang, left hangs lower, messy hair and there is a happy trail. Smells good tho, he’s got good soaps and a good natural body odor. Length 5.7in, 4.5in girth. Left tilt, cuz he always tucks it to the left. Shower not a grower. Not circumcised, pinkish red tip, a single prominent vein on the lower right underside. Average cum volume, but he’s shootin far, and very fertile. Thicker at base.

Toji Fushiguro - big-ish Balls, and those bitches HANG. Unruly messy hair, up his ass, down his thighs, happy trail too. That shit STANK. I am not a Toji hater, this bitch a bum tho and in is depression era till DEATH. He’s only making money to eat and gamble, he got kids at home and he doesn’t ever go back there anyway. He could clean up tho. You could help him out of his depression then he’ll be the best house husband ever. Back to his dick and balls tho. Length 9in, 5.2in girth, shit is heavy and arcs like a dolphin. Vein central but not like crazy so, his dick is not on steroids. Not circumcised, his dick and balls are darker than the rest of him, his tip is tan. Cum is so salty and foul, help him. He’s a breeder, his balls are for breeding. Also his tip is pierced.

Aoi Todo - Now this is a real man. Smells phenomenal, canonically. He’s washed, well groomed, even brushed, happy trail for sure. Low hanging fruit, decently sized, uniform, smooth. Length 6.4in, 4.7in girth. A little intimidating in length, but don’t worry you can handle it. One thick vein on top, not circumcised, balls are more tan than his body, tip is a gorgeous golden brown. Very fertile, massive load, shoots out like a porn animation. Tastes honestly really good, he eats well!

Yuta Okotsu - kinda messy hair, doesn’t smell bad, he washes! Just not scented cause he’s not THAT crazy.(Gojo, Geto, Todo…) Average balls in size, right side hangs lower, got some loose skin. Lower fertility, because of an attack when he was younger, some people were very worried about a curse and human relationship and the hybrid that could make… so he’s got a gnarly scar along his right nut, on the right of his shaft some, and up his hip. He’s a bit insecure about it. Length 8.2in, 4.9in girth. Oh yeah, he’s a monster lover cause he is a monster lol. Stuttering load, but big load. Mostly transparent, good taste with a slight bitterness to it. Yuta, like Gojo, will cum multiple multiple times

Toge Inumaki - average balls, a bit loose, not low hangin. Messy hair, washed, he could do better though. Bit musky, not bad tho. Length 6.5in, 4.6in girth. A bit big for a little guy! He’s pretty smooth no veins, tilts, or thicker bits. He wants a tip piercing tho. Bit of a smaller load, salty taste too. Overall pretty good and kinda average.

[griefabyss69]

Paths and Angles

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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'NEW' wc: 517 | rated: T | cw: None

When Eddie's stuck inside for a week, he gets bored, and when he gets bored, he gets creative. It's too bad he creates with his dick and his heart, not with his intentions. Maybe the 100th fresh start will turn out differently?

Eddie sets up a fresh canvas, but it doesn't really matter, so he opens up a new sketchbook—or grabs a sheet of lined paper—no, he tries a xeroxed copy of an empty character sheet.

Paint, ink, graphite, charcoal, coffee, an accidental glob of spit, it all fits together, becoming a repetition of a single fucking subject.

Steve's body—or his thoughts, or his feelings, or Eddie's feelings, about Steve. Even the gnome he rolls stats for ends up with high charisma, good hair, and a bat to bludgeon shit with.

Eddie's got to be going through a winter of his creative spirit, if winter was a lust fueled week where he was basically held prisoner inside his room so he could "rest", because he tore his stitches again.

Rest!

In these circumstances! Every melody he picks out on the ol' Dragon Slayer is borrowed straight from Steve's mouth!

There is a solid twenty minutes where Eddie thinks he's finally got something—new material, not the trampled path he's been beating down—except during the twenty-first minute he realizes he's strumming the familiar cadence of Steve's footsteps, and he wants to beat himself down.

Right in the face. With the acoustic.

It's cruel to leave him like this. Rest doesn't involve a chafed dick and permanent dents in his lip from biting it so much.

He rubs paint off of the side of his finger—blue, because Steve's all browns and tans and caramels, Eddie had thought he was safe with blue—while he stares into the distance.

"Maybe sculpting," he mutters, trying to remember where he put the package of air dry clay he bought like three years ago. Art supplies, man. You buy them and forget about them.

He doesn't find the clay, but he sneaks out while Wayne's at work and finds a nice healthy stick to try to whittle into like, a wooden knife or something.

It goes well at first. He's sitting outside on the deck, listening to the buzz of everyone's porch lanterns, the buzz of the shitty streetlights, the buzz of the teeny tiny wildlife in Forest Hill's most least brown grass. He's enjoying the air, the slight violence of his creative activity, and the surety that he can't just stumble his way into whittling like, Steve's eyes.

Except there's only so many things shaped like a long stick on a person and what he has does not resemble an arm or a leg. He stares at the uncarved base of the stick—rounded, wider than the rest—and realizes they look like balls.

Sure, he hasn't seen Steve's dick and only knows he's circumcised from rumors, but what was supposed to be the handle of a sick dagger doesn't look ornate, but human phallus instead.

At least it's small, so when he feels weird about hucking it somewhere for someone's dog to find and prance around with between its teeth, he can easily hide it in his room and pretend it's literally just… a carved wooden penis.

Yeah, he'd have something like that, and he couldn't possibly have modeled it after Steve.

There.

Finally.

A new subject.

[katethetank]

The Dungeon - Chapter 19

Rating: 18+, minors gtfo Chapter Summary: The boys hit the club and Eddie looses his mind over Steve's outfit CW: Daddy kink, drinking, rough sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism kink? Pairing: Rock Star!Eddie x Counselor!Steve Word Count: 3.5k

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Eddie is going to have a heart attack. Either that or pass out from all the blood draining from his brain directly to his dick. He’s at Steve’s door, club-ready in his Father Figure shirt, skin tight leather pants, calf-high boots, a smokey eye moment, and hair tied up. He thought he’d knock his boyfriend’s socks off for once, but he’s the one who’s getting knocked off his ass.

Steve is just standing there like he hasn’t done a complete factory reset on Eddie’s brain. Hair messy, but in controlled way, where it looks like he’s been fucked six ways since Sunday. His cropped Daddy’s Boy t-shirt. Cute little sneakers with the bi flag colors. Mascara lengthening his already gorgeous eyelashes. Fucking lip gloss. And the smallest, tightest, cutoff jean shorts Eddie has ever seen in his life. They leave nothing to the imagination. Literally. You can tell Steve is circumcised, they're so tight. 

“God DAMN Steve, how fucking dare you. My dick is hard already and we haven’t even left yet.” It’s not a lie. He started filling out the second Steve opened the door. His boyfriend looks down and smirks, the cocky asshole.

“I can see that. It’s gonna be a long night, huh?” Steve fucking winks at him. God he’s so in love with this little minx. “Let me just get my door key, I don’t exactly have room in these pockets for much else.” 

Steve turns to the little table by the door to detach the key from his key ring and Eddie nearly cums in his pants. Those fucking shorts. They’re cut so high in the back that the bottom of Steve’s cheeks are exposed. In one swift movement, Eddie steps inside, slams the door shut, crowds him against the table, grabs two handfuls of that glorious ass and rasps in his ear, “You’re a little fucking tease, you know that princess? You’re not even wearing anything under here are you?”

Steve gasps and braces himself, throwing his hands up on the wall. “Fuck! Eddie!”

“Got this ass peeking out for everyone to see, huh?” he growls as he grinds his dick into Steve. “You know exactly what you’re doing don’t you, honey? Tryin’ to rile me up? Tryin’ to make me jealous? Everyone is gonna be drinking you in tonight, aren’t they, but who’s ass is this, baby? Who does it belong to?” he grits through his teeth. He’s never been this possessive, but seeing his boyfriend’s body like this, barely covered and about to be displayed for any other man to see, has him going absolutely fucking feral.

“Yours! It’s yours Eddie!” 

Eddie tisks in his ear and grips his ass harder. “Try. Again.”

“Daddy! It’s all yours, daddy!”

Eddie hums his approval. “That’s right baby boy. Mine. Now here’s how tonight is gonna go. We’re going to the club. You’re gonna dance for me. Only me. You get two drinks, no more. I want you clear-headed when we leave there. And when I bring you home, I’m gonna fucking wreck you. Color?”

Steve moans and throws his head back. “Fuck! Green, daddy! Holy shit!”

“Good boy.” Eddie smirks at the whine that leaves his boyfriends glossed lips. “Now give me your keys. I have pockets that are actually fucking useful.”

Steve grabs his keys and passes them to Eddie over his shoulder. Eddie slips them into his pocket, gives Steve’s ass a little slap and takes a step back. Steve slumps and catches himself on the table. After a few breaths, he turns around to face Eddie and his eyes are low lidded and glassy. 

Eddie gets back in his space, wrapping an arm around his waist and tipping his chin up. He places a soft kiss on Steve’s lips and asks, “You a little floaty honey? You love this, don't you?” Steve nods his head and Eddie caresses his cheek. “You ok to head out baby, or do you need a minute?”

“I’m ok. Kiss first?”

“Of course princess.” He kisses him slowly, sucks on his bottom lip, and gives it a little nibble. That gloss tastes like strawberries, and Steve is putty in his hands. He gets him out the door and loaded into his car, and they head over to the club to meet the girls.

By the time they arrive, their dicks have calmed down and Steve seems like he’s fully back in his brain. Hand in hand, they enter the club and it’s an immediate assault on the senses. Strobing lights, thumping beats, air thick with the heat of countless bodies. He spots the girls at the bar and they make their way over, Eddie with his hand possessively planted on Steve’s lower back.

“Steve! Jesus Christ, you busted out the Fuck Me shorts? You realize you don’t have to work so hard for it now, right?” Robin shouts over the music. Of course they’re called Fuck Me shorts, no wonder Steve had no problems meeting people.

Steve laughs and shouts back, “You just wish your ass could fill them out like mine!”

“Hey,” Chrissy pipes in, “Shut your glossy mouth Steve, she’s got a great ass!”

Eddie shakes his head at these goons and throws his credit card down on the bar. “Alright bitches, drinks are on me tonight!” The bartender sashays over, takes the card, and their drink orders. Eddie makes eye contact with Steve as he’s passed his drink and just holds up two fingers. Steve nods back and winks.

After shouting at each other some more and finishing their drinks, they all make their way to the dance floor. The girls are immediately on each other, Chrissy getting her hands on Robin’s hips, and Robin wrapping hers around Chrissy’s neck. They look good together, Eddie’s gotta admit.

His siren of a boyfriend starts swaying his hips, running his hands through his hair, licking his lips and staring right into his eyes. You’re gonna dance for me. Only me.  God, he’s such a good boy isn't he? Eddie hooks a finger into the waistband of those nonexistent shorts and pulls him into a filthy grind. 

He gets his hands on Steve’s hips and a thigh between his legs. Steve throws one arm over Eddie’s shoulder and his other hand moves to his abs. They sway and grind to the beat while Steve snakes that hand up Eddie’s torso, under his crop top, and moves for the barbell in his nipple. Steve grins at him as he rolls it under his thumb. Fucking hell it feels good.

Steve leans in and says in Eddie’s ear, “You look so fucking good baby. Everyone is watching you.” Eddie glances at the bodies moving around them. A lot of eyes seem to be on them, but he knows better. They’re watching Steve. 

Eddie leans into Steve and tells him, “It’s cute you think they’re looking at me, angel. All eyes are on you. Shaking that ass around, showing it off like a trophy. They’re looking at you, but they wish they were me.” His hands slide from Steve’s hips down to the skin he’s flashing to the whole fucking club. His fingers run along the crease where his ass meets his thighs as he looks around watching the hungry eyes follow the movement. He feels like a god.

Steve wraps his arms around his shoulders and Eddie can feel the heat of his tongue as it licks a line up his neck. He bites Eddie’s earlobe and grinds even harder. “I don’t want any of them,” he tells Eddie. “Just want you.”

Eddie is one more grind away from dragging Steve to the bathroom and fucking him in the stall. But his boy deserves better than that. He spins him around and pulls him flush to his body. Hands on that slutty little waist covered in a light sheen of sweat. Steve puts his hands on top of Eddie’s and laces their fingers together. Their hips continue to sway to the beat and Steve tips his head back on Eddie’s shoulder and closes his eyes, the long line of his neck looking so fucking edible. He resists sinking his teeth in and just drags his lips up and down the delicate flesh.

Time disappears as they move together, one song bleeding into the next. Men all around them eyeing them from head to toe. No doubt Steve has been sporting a visible hard-on at least half the time. Eddie sure as fuck has been. 

The song they’re dancing to ends and the DJ grabs the microphone. “Welcome, welcome, welcome to all the girls, the gays, and the theys! We don’t normally do dedications, but we just couldn’t say no to this one. We’re gonna slow things down and throw it back with this next song. It’s dedicated to the absolutely stunning Father Figure and his gorgeous boy, from their favorite lesbians!”

Steve spins to face Eddie, looking at him with that what the fuck face and they both turn at look to where they last saw the girls. Robin and Chrissy are nearby, arms wrapped around each other and shit eating grins on their faces. They both blow them kisses as a slow beat starts up. Cheers and wolf whistles surround them. Eddie looks at his boyfriend and they both crack up, wrapping their arms around each other. They start swaying along to the song as George Michael’s vocals fill the room.

That's all I wanted

Something special, something sacred

In your eyes

For just one moment

To be bold and naked

At your side

Steve’s hands move up to Eddie’s hair. Eddie’s arm curls around Steve’s waist and his other hand wraps around his hips and slides down to cup his ass. He rests his forehead on Steve’s. Rocks him back and forth and just breathes him in.

This time I think that my lover

Understands me

If we have faith in each other

Then we can be

Strong, baby

Eddie lifts his head and looks his boy in the eyes. He’s so beautiful. 

I will be your father figure

Put your tiny hand in mine 

I will be your preacher teacher

Anything you have in mind 

Steve is looking at him so intensely. Moving his hand to cup Eddie’s cheek. Eddie wants to tell him. He can’t do it here, it’s not the right time, not the right place. The way Steve is looking at him though…

I will be your father figure

I have had enough of crime

I will be the one who loves you

'Til the end of time

They crush their mouths together, tongues diving deep, hands grasping, hips grinding. Eddie’s never been so desperate to get inside someone before. He’s gotta get his boy home immediately. He gives one last bite to Steve’s lip and pulls back. “Do you wanna-“

“Yes!”

Steve grabs his hand and starts to drag him out of the club. He looks over his shoulder to try to signal the girls, but it looks like they’re trying to climb into each other’s mouths. Good for them. He shoots Chrissy a quick text telling her to close his tab for him. He’ll get his card from her tomorrow.

Eddie rushes them back to Steve’s apartment, and hauls him to the bedroom. “Goddamn baby, do you have any idea how good you looked out there?” Eddie asks as he strips off Steve’s shirt. He spins him around and pushes him onto the mattress. That fucking ass of his, Jesus Christ. “Fucking hell, look at you. Every set of eyes out there tonight were glued to you, baby boy.” He runs his hands up the back of Steve’s thighs. “Watching you move. Watching the sweat drip down your skin. Watching you rut against my thigh like a desperate slut.” Steve whimpers into the sheets. Clouded by his own lust, he slipped and forgot that his boy prefers praise. “Color, angel?”

“Green?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

Steve turns his head to look at Eddie. “Not a slut…your slut.”

Jesus fucking Christ, he stands corrected. “That’s right baby. Thank you for using your words. My slut. This body is just for me, isn’t it?”

Steve nods and turns back into the mattress. “All for you, Eds.” He’s got his fists balled in the sheets and looks like it’s taking every ounce of effort to not hump the bed.

Eddie’s thumbs swipe across that crease under his ass and he hums. “You were giving them all a show out there, weren’t you? I saw them, honey. They couldn’t take their eyes off of you. Off this ass.” He leans down and drags his tongue across the bottom of a cheek. “Do you know how crazy that made me? I wanted to bend you over right on that dance floor and fuck you stupid. Right in front of them. Show them that this ass, this hole, you…belong to me.”

Steve is gasping for breath and Eddie can see his eyes getting glassy. He’s gorgeous. Eddie hauls Steve up so he’s on his knees. His hands reach around and grope at the hard cock constrained in that small amount of denim. “You been hard like this all night, honey?”

His boy nods and weakly replies, “Yes daddy.”

“Oh, poor baby,” Eddie tuts. “Let daddy take care of you.” He pops the button and lowers the zipper, Steve’s cock immediately springing out. It’s flushed dark pink and looks downright painful, like he’s been edging himself since Eddie picked him up. “All fours baby.” Steve obediently lowers himself to his hands and knees like a fucking dream. “Color?”

“So fucking green.”

Eddie grins. He can’t wait to fuck Steve like this. He grabs the top of those slutty little shorts and treats himself to a slow reveal of what he’s been craving all night. All the breath leaves his lungs when he sees a plug nestled in Steve’s hole.

“Jesus Christ Stevie, you had this in all night? Just knew you were gonna get fucked, didn’t you?” He presses on the base of the plug and Steve moans like a slut. “You just need to be filled, don’t you? Let’s get you something better then, shall we?” He carefully removes the plug and sets it aside. It was fucking big. No wonder Steve was hard all night.

He tests his boyfriend with a finger and it slips right in with no resistance. It’s so fucking wet in there too. He must have used a lot of lube. “Mmm, you’re so wet baby. Won’t even need to use any more lube, will I? You’re so loose and dripping I could just slide right in, huh?”

Steve drops down to his elbows and arches his back. “Fuck, baby please! I’ve been ready all night! Please just give it to me!”

Without a word, Eddie whips off his belt, unfastens his leather pants that are choking the hell out of his dick, and shoves them down just past his balls. He grabs Steve’s hip with one hand and his dick with the other and lines himself up. “You want this, baby? Want me to wreck this ass?”

“Green!”

Eddie pushes forward and sinks all the way into the tight clutch of Steve’s body. A ragged moan escapes him as he bottoms out. Steve is gasping for breath and grappling at the sheets. He holds still for a moment, allowing Steve to adjust while also trying to not blow his load immediately. 

When he feels Steve start to relax, he pulls out halfway and rocks his hips back in. It’s fucking bliss. He sets a steady pace, both hands planted on Steve’s hips while he fucks him deep. His baby is groaning and rocking his hips back to meet Eddie’s thrusts. 

“Stevie, baby, been wanting to do this since you opened the door tonight. Does daddy’s boy want it harder? Ready for me to pound that tight little hole?”

“Yes! Please fuck me harder daddy!” Steve’s elbows give out and he lays his chest on the bed, deepening the arch of his back. This gorgeous stretch of skin speckled in constellations. 

Eddie grips his hips tight enough to bruise and starts to fuck Steve like his life depends on it. Deep and hard and fast, he pumps into his boy’s pliant body and takes a moment to appreciate that ass bouncing with every thrust of his hips. “God, you feel so good, angel. Taking my cock so deep. So fucking tight.”

He’s not sure if Steve can even speak at this point. He’s all grunts and moans and whimpers.  Eddie braces a knee up on the bed - Jesus, he’s still fully fucking clothed - and slides his hand over the plane of Steve’s back, grazing over all those stars. His hand rests on the back of his boy’s neck and the change in angle must have his piercings grinding over Steve’s prostate because the boy wails.

“Fucking Christ Stevie! Wanna pin you down and fuck you full. Plug you back up and keep it all in.” 

Steve squeaks out a barely audible, “Green.” But Eddie’s ears are fine tuned for that shit. He presses down on the back of Steve’s neck and absolutely hammers away.

Eddie’s so fucking close, it’s taking everything in him to keep from blowing too soon. His baby’s needs always come first. “Want you to cum, honey. Get your hand down there and play with that pretty cock for me.” 

Steve’s grip loosens on the sheets and he snakes his hand down between his legs. He lets out a needy little noise and he starts to jerk himself off. 

“That’s it baby. Such a good little slut for me.”

Like a hair fucking trigger, that sets Steve off. His screams are muffled in the mattress as he paints the sheets with his cum. He’s clenching down so hard on Eddie’s dick that he can’t hold back anymore. He thrusts in one final time as his orgasm hits him, and unloads deep into Steve’s ass with a groan.

As he catches his breath, Eddie kisses Steve’s back and rights himself. He looks over and spots the plug lying on the bed next to them. With a grin, he reaches over and grabs it. “You did so good baby boy. Now daddy’s gonna plug you up and keep all that inside, ok?”

Steve shivers and whispers, “Ok daddy.” Such a good boy, fucking hell.

Eddie slowly pulls out and replaces his cock with the plug, nestling it in Steve’s loosened hole. This has got to be the hottest fucking thing he’s ever experienced. It feels like ownership. This gorgeous boy is all his.

He carefully turns Steve over to lay on his back, avoiding the wet spots on the sheets, and works his tiny little shorts off his legs. Steve’s face is the picture of bliss. Closed eyes, relaxed features, small smile, and the mascara smudged around his eyes tells Eddie that he fucked his boy so good he cried. He mentally pats himself on the back for that one.

Eddie quickly moves to the bathroom and wets a washcloth, wipes himself down, and runs another one under the warm water. He comes back to the bedroom and gently cleans the mascara from around Steve’s eyes before cleaning up the rest of him. He scoots Steve up to the pillows, finally strips off his own clothes and crawls into bed. He pulls Steve in close and they wrap their arms around each other. His baby is still coming down, and he scratches at his scalp and whispers sweet words to him while he waits. 

Eventually Steve opens his eyes and looks up at Eddie. “Hi baby.”

Eddie chuckles and kisses his forehead. “Hi sweetheart. You feeling ok?”

Steve nuzzles into Eddie’s chest. “Mmm hmm. Feel amazing. That was so good.”

Goddamn right it was. “You looked so fucking hot tonight, Stevie. Made me fucking crazy.”

“Yeah, that was insane, baby. What got into you?”

Eddie heaves a sigh. “I don’t know. I mean, obviously when you’re teasing me with those shorts that could double as a postage stamp, I’m gonna want to tear you apart. But something about other people seeing you like that. Watching you. Wanting you. I got so fucking possessive, but part of me wanted them to see you. It’s probably fucked up, but I kinda wanted to strip you bare right in front of them. Show them your beautiful body, touch you all over, let them see what they can’t have. God, that’s so fucked isn’t it? I should shut up.”

Steve props himself up on an elbow to look at Eddie head-on. “Maybe it’s a little fucked up, but that’s desire, right? I love that you feel that way about me, and maybe that’s fucked up too. Thinking about you putting your hands on me like that for other people to see? Showing them I’m yours? It’s kinda hot.”

Eddie pulls him in for a filthy kiss. “Fuck Stevie. We might have a little exhibitionism kink here, huh?” 

Steve’s cheeks turn a little pink and leans in and whispers against Eddie’s lips, “If anyone can bring that out in me, it’s you.”

Now wouldn’t that be something?

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[yumebambi-writes]

NSFW 10k headcannons please

10K "Z Nation" NSFW Headcanons (MDNI)

ok i have so many thoughts on this because i am genuinely in love with him!!! so this could be really long, or i might have to do multiple parts :P this will be x reader bc the request isn't specific, so i hope that's alright!

cw: masturbation, anal/vaginal fingering, oral f!andm!receiving penetrative sex, choking

10k is a virgin. he has never even kissed anyone. or held hands romantically for that matter

because he's a virgin, he can be a little shy and naive in the bedroom. that's not to say he's innocent because he's not. this man is horny af

being all alone in the appocalypse for three years, and being a lonely homeschooled teenager before that, 10k is very well acquainted with his left hand

he's never seen porn (canon), so i don't think he knows what he likes (other than the fact that he's a tit man for sure (might be projecting here)), soooooo you will have to introduce him to so many things

he is VERY eager to learn

he used to masturbate to nothing. like he had no conjured image or fantasy in mind; he was strictly doing it to relieve himself

HOWEVER, once he meets you, you're all he thinks about while he touches himself

he feels very guilty over this and will avoid looking at you or talking to you at all the next day after he does it for the first time while thinking about you

NOTE: i personally think 10k is uncircumcised. i just don't see his national park-living, homeschooling in the middle-of-nowhere parents as the type to circumcise their baby

he is also very pink and hairy. hugeeee, dark bush with a mouth-watering happy trail. about average in size, but once you teach him how to please you, he is phenomenal, and eventually the size of the boat really doesn't matter compared to the motion of the ocean

SOSOSO EAGER TO PLEASE

he'll do whatever you say, touch you however you ask

consent king. he will never even kiss you without making sure that you want him to. once he gets more confident, he'll be able to read your body language and nonverbal signals so that you don't have to verbally confirm your consent to every little thing, but he'll still ask, "are you ready?" or "is this okay?" every time before pushing inside you

missionary is his favorite position because he loves to look at your face while you're making love (not fucking. making love.)

however, he will cum really fast if you're kissing him while he's inside you

SPEAKING OF--he comes in his pants the first few times you two are just making out. he can't help it, and it mortifies him. it's super hot though

gets boners so easily when around you

you wear a low-cut top? he has to excuse himself from the group to take care of himself. bend over in front of him? raging hard on for the rest of the day. hell, if he sees you kill a z in a particularly hot way, he will be pulling you aside and whining for you to relieve him

VERY LOUD soooo whiney and whimpery and, god, his moans

he has a praise kink but is also obsessed with praising you and telling you just how good you make him feel

he lovessssss your body. it doesn't matter what you look like because to him, you are perfect. he literally worships every part of you and will trail kisses up and down your body and reassure you that he adores even the parts you might be insecure about

he's clumsy at first and makes a mess of it, but he loves to go down on you. he thinks you taste like you were made just for him

will spend hours between your legs if you let him. he once spent the whole afternoon making you cum like seven times before he even inserted himself inside you

not great at fingering and couldn't find the clit/g spot the first time he tried. once you angled him correctly, though, he will go so hard on that spot as to overstimulate you on accident

feels very guilty afterwards if you ever end up crying from overstimulation, and he'll make sure to just trail soft kisses around your thighs and groin

he isn't the best at aftercare the first few times because he immediately falls asleep after he cums

but once he realizes that you need cuddles and cleaning up, he is all up on you (he's the little spoon usually because he can't handle the feeling of your ass against his crotch)

POSSESSIVE. in a lowkey way though; like, if he sees someone flirting with you, he'll just come up and place his arm around your shoulder casually. afterwards, he WILL leave hickeys and love bites and other marks on your chest and neck so that people will know that you are his

if he even THINKS that he's hurt you though, oh man. he would never be into anything rough enough to leave you bruised, nor would he ever bite hard enough to hurt you

however, he does like to be choked--as seen here (/hj)

he's a very gentle lover, almost to the point that it's teasing how slow he goes

except for when he knows he's about to make you cum. then, he is literally rutting into you and chasing your high so fast that it'll come crashing over you, and you won't even know what hit you

when he's about to cum, it's the same except that he's all over the place and can't keep a regular pace because he's so lost in you and what he's feeling

closes his eyes when he cums and has a delicious o-face (with very loud moaning, of course)

if you ever ask him to keep his eyes open while he's cumming, his face will be blazing red with a blush, but he'll do it because you asked

actually seeing your face as he cums is almost an overstimulating experience for him because of how much he loves you your face and body

again, if you have them, i think he loves your tits. even when you're not having sex, he just likes to hold them and kiss them

he can also appreciate a good ass, but i don't think it's his main focus. BIGGGG thigh man though (maybe a little more projection)

if you don't have breasts, i still think he'd like your chest, and he'd definitely pay extra special attention to your nipples if he sensed that you like it

LOVESSS MUTUAL MASTURBATION he thinks its so hot watching you please yourself and knowing he can't touch you but that you're watching him and thinking about him as you touch yourself

kind of vanilla at first, and that's okay <3

was this any good? idk i blacked out; i hope you enjoyed though!!

[finniestoncrane]

Out of curiosity.. what do you think the various scarecrows you write for 🍆's sizes are? Just curious.

Scarecrow Headcanons anon... thank you for this blessed opportunity to talk out of my ass about these lanky noodledicks for an entire post 🎃🧡 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: so much dick, references to sex, handjobs, blowjobs, choking, saliva, blood, period sex

arkham

i think auld hessian sack heid is packing HEAT

i'm being generous, so generous, because he just has that vibe of the skinny tall boy with an impressive shlong

thick, long, powerful, dangerous

8" inches give or take a little, big slapping balls, head on it that could stretch you wide open

it's pale, like the rest of him, and there's distinct scarring

there's tissue damage, so it's not as sensitive as it once was

a positive for you though, because that texture is strangely delightful

it's difficult to coax an orgasm out of him through fucking alone given the fact that there's nerve damage

so he prefers to see you choke on his incredible gift, struggling against it, trying to manage him

btaa

petite and pretty and don't tell me i'm wrong

please don't ask me for evidence, i just feel this in my bones, but that man is circumcised

he's got a glimmering little pink head always on show

and he is SO excitedto show it off

he can get hard just staring at his own cock before he's even touched it

he's working with a slightly below average length between 3-4"

but good god in heaven does he know what the fuck to do with it

his technique is unmatched, his energy, passion, moves

it's very nice looking too, kind of dick you get distracted by when you're sucking it

and he keeps his greying pubes very trim and tidy too, just enough of them to rub your nose or your fingers against

absolute fiend for period sex, something about the visceral deep red of your blood covering his cock just gets him

golden age

average, much to his disappointment

like, at least if you're huge you've got the bragging rights in the horrid world of machismo and size mattering

and at least if it's tiny then it's something different, and there are a lot of people *cough me cough* who adore small dicks

but average, to him, is nothing special

nothing different, nothing unique

just another in a long line of forgettable aspects of him

it's not necessarily pretty either, it really is just a cock

5-6", average veins, colour matched to his skin tone, pale and only flushes a little when he's aroused

unruly pubes too, insane bush!!

he's very keen on getting your drool all over his cock and balls, having is shining and wet is a huge turn on for him

[mothiir]

Could I maybe get Fulgrim/Konrad/Ferrus with maybe spitroasting or double penetration?

cw: exactly what the ask says! some canon typical gore because it’s konrad.

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Fulgrim grits his teeth, determined not to reward Konrad’s continued terrible manners with a scream. It would be one thing if the Night Haunter was deliberately trying to evoke a response, to create a symphony of gasps and sighs and cries — but no, he is acting on base instinct, with no thoughts to the aesthetics of his actions. His claws are buried into the meat of Fulgrim’s thighs, dragging down, flesh splitting and blood dripping down to his elbows.

He does not even have the decency to do it in anything resembling a rhythm — no, he gouges independently of Fulgrim and Ferrus’s well-timed thrusts, almost like he is deliberately trying to upset the balance. Fulgrim huffs impatience.

“Ferrus, darling — wait a moment.”

Ferrus pauses, his cock half-out of Konrad’s arse, holding the Night Haunter up by his bony hips; the other Primarch’s feet barely rest on the ground, such is the height difference. Konrad immediately objects to the cessation of movement, snarling around Fulgrim’s prick — and that, of course, means that Fulgrim has to withdraw from his (admittedly divine) throat to avoid an impromptu, uncalled-for circumcision.

“Konrad, no —“

“You stopped,” Konrad growls, showing his teeth, drool slopping down his chin. “You stopped, you bastard, don’t you dare stop — I did not tell you to stop — I will flay you —“

The threat is somewhat undermined by the whining cadence of Konrad’s voice, and the way he grabs at Fulgrim’s thighs once more, trying to hook Fulgrim’s cock back into his mouth with his oddly prehensile tongue. Fulgrim shivers all over at the sight, then comes to his senses, and grabs Konrad’s jaw. Ferrus tightens his grasp on Konrad’s hips, even as the Night Haunter tries his utmost to wriggle back onto Ferrus’ cock.

“I was so close,” Konrad says. “I was close, and you stopped, and —“

“Brother, dear, I do not object to a little blood during sex, but this is quite ridiculous,” Fulgrim says, gesturing to the mess Konrad has made of his thighs. Konrad, glowering all the way, unsticks his claws, wiping them clean on Fulgrim’s thighs without so much as a by your leave.

“If I wanted to have someone bitch over a little blood, I would fuck a mortal,” Konrad says.

“Well, if that’s how you feel — Ferrus my lovely, clearly we are not men enough for Konrad’s tastes, so we should leave him to seek out some poor lass to ejaculate into. Shall we adjourn?”

Fulgrim makes a point of stepping back; Ferrus, looking less than thrilled at the prospect of stopping, withdraws precisely one inch. Konrad immediately swipes at him; Ferrus catches his wrist with metal fingers, and squeezes until bones creak. Konrad’s moan of pain/pleasure could blister paint.

“No, that is — that is not what I meant. Keep going. I —“

There’s a malicious edge to Fulgrim’s smile as he cups Konrad’s chin, tipping it up. The Night Haunter’s black eyes are fevered. Rabid. Desperate.

“You’ll what, little brother?”

“I’ll —“

It is not the first time that Konrad has been forced into this position, and he hates this part just as much as he loves the rest.

“I’ll — I’ll be good,” he whispers, so softly that one has to strain to hear it. “I’ll be good, I promise — just. Keep going.”

“Well — you heard the lad!” Fulgrim purrs, grinning at Ferrus. The other Primarch’s expressions are challenging to read for the uninitiated, but Fulgrim recognises this one: a smug, satisfied grin. Ferrus bottoms out in one effortless thrust, and Konrad’s wail is amputated as Fulgrim reintroduces his cock to Konrad’s uvula. The Night Haunter moans and whimpers and slurps around his prick — and this time, as he grips Fulgrim’s thighs, urging him deeper, harder, faster — this time, his claws remain sheathed.

[ryo-apologist]

Racer! Link

Racer! Link x Reader

CW: Smut, Minors DNI, I will block your ass, author knows nothing about racing and it shows

AN: Yes, this is about that Link. The one with the elf ears, says "Hyah!". Yeah I'm a Linked Universe Nerd. Sucks to be y'all. Keep ya guessing on which fandom has my balls this week.

~Darling XOXO

☾ So, I hesitated writing this for a number of reasons, but I decided I don't care. Hozier has a new song, April has me face down in the mattress with how hard it's fucked me and I just want to write about a Link near and and dear to my heart.

☾ Mario Kart Link.

☾ He's just a silly lil goober who's always having a good time. Especially when I play as him because what is second place? He'll never know.

☾ I know, canonically, both are Skyward Sword! Link and Breath of the Wild! Link. I do not care.

☾ Because come with me, sinner, as we explore a whole new world. A world where Mario Kart isn't a silly lil game. It's an empire.

☾ Like Fast and the Furious (I think, idk I never watched any of them). OR like sk8 the infinity at S. I do know that one.

☾ There are real things at stake here. It's intense, and it's heavy.

☾ Here, give me a break while I do some worldbuilding here. Mystery blocks are still a thing, they work by magic idk, except getting hit by one of those things is devastating. It's why the newcomers don't last long.

☾ All the main screen players (Mario, Luigi, Bowser, Inkling boy, etc.) are high level racers. They are A-listed and the ones you look out for if you see them in the lineup.

☾ Including Link himself. He drives a motorcycle he named Epona, which he built himself from scratch.

☾ I spent a lot of time (three minutes) trying to figure out a clever nickname for him, and then I saw some of the names other people gave their Linksona's and, while there's nothing wrong with them, I quickly realized I was overthinking things.

☾ It's mostly a stage name, his name is Link and outside of the raceway, he goes by it.

☾ But, for shits and giggles, and point of discerning him from the others, I don't care. Call him ratchet, greaser, racer, cypher, tank, axel, sparks. I'm giving you all the freedom! Me? Personally? I'm going to call him:

☾ Neo- a combining form meaning “new,” “recent,” “revived,” “modified,”

☾ Great I gave you some background, let's get into the fun parts.

☾ Neo, where do we begin with you.

☾ Have y'all read A Court of Mist and Fury? You know Rhysand?

☾ He's Cassian coded.

☾ LMAO You thought.

☾ He's a fun, kind-of guy but when shit gets real, he can shift from zero to a hundred like that.

☾ He'll be laughing with a newbie, patting them on the shoulder, but the second that visor comes down, he's unrecognizable. He's an A-lister for a reason.

☾ He's infamous for taking shortcuts that are insanely dangerous. He's almost always bandaged somewhere, but not his pretty boy, play bunny face.

☾ So Cassian and Lightning McQueen.

☾ He's totally the kind to shoot a wink and a flirty wave, spend the night and then be gone by morning. Or have them escorted out by his Zelda in the morning, Tony Stark style

☾ He's a slut.

☾ Can you tell I like my men slutty?

☾ And he's such a....character in bed.

☾ He's a selfish lover, but make no mistake about it. His partner gets their end. That's right. I said lover. He's fucked bowser.

☾ I'm kidding

☾ No I'm not.

☾ He doesn't care who's in his bed. Man, woman, the funky others who say FUCK YOU to the gender spectrum /pos

☾ He'll bottom, top, switch it up mid-way through. He just like me fr.

☾But he's not lazy. Selfish, yes, but lazy? No. He's the best rider both on and off Epona, yk yk.

☾ And he has such a pretty cock too. A pretty flushed pink, circumcised with such a lovely vein running up the bottom of it. And while pretty, sorry his balls aren't much to write home about.

☾ They are dangerously sensitive though. Suck on them and run your thumb along the head of his dick and he'll whimper.

☾ SPEAKING OF-

☾ He whimpers so nicely. God, when he's in the middle of bouncing up and down on you (artificial or organic both are good), and his own hands are running up his chest, plucking at his own pebbled nipples and playing with the piercings as his head is thrown back in pure bliss-

☾ He's probably sponsored by Monster Energy

☾ Has a sugar daddy FOR SURE. God wish I was HIM.

[ironicorange]

Even though it makes no sense I think that America is circumcised because it’s funny (it doesn’t make sense because it became popular in America in the 1900s and peaked in the 1960s which means he would have been circumcised as an adult and who tf would willingly have that done to them 💀) I feel like Ivan would make fun of him for it especially if he got it done in the 1960s

Ivan who isnt circumcised jfhskjgh but theyd make fun of each other out of teasing mockery and its fucking funny that they make fun of each others dicks even way before CW ghskjgh

[leggerefiore]

Yeah I meant dick sizes 😭

bravely announce penis plz😔

cw: 18+ content and not real, penis size hcs

characters: Maxie, Archie, Colress, Cyrus, Volo, Lysandre, Guzma

🌋 Maxie is probably a grower and not a shower, much to his past few lovers' first comments towards him. He is average length, around, say 5.5 inches (around 14cm). He doesn't really feel one way or the other about his penis, since he rarely goes out of his way to engage in sex. And, then, even with a partner, he focuses on skill over anything else. He is also uncircumcised, and the carpet does, in fact, match the drapes. His pubes are well trimmed and cared for, much like the rest of him.

💧 Archie is girthy and long. It's a wonder that his wetsuit can hide anything at all, truly. He is at a staggering 7.5 inches (19cm) and is admittedly a bit smug about it. There are not many opportunities to bring it up, of course, but he deeply enjoys seeing his partner's surprise and excitement about it. It is no wonder he would have, pardon such outdated language, “big dick energy.” He, too, is uncircumcised. One might think his pubes are a bit messy, but just like he cares for his beard, they get trimmed and managed.

🛸 Colress is lanky, in multiple ways. But, what he lacks in girth, he more than makes up in height. He has measured his dick properly according to modern techniques to 7 inches (18cm). Noted to be above the true average of 5 inches (13cm). He barely thinks any of it outside of statistical anomaly. Of course, he does find his partner deeply enjoys it, so perhaps there is more to this than he thought. Though, he also has a heavy focus on the act itself over just length. He sadly, as an Unovan, is circumcised. He finds it a bit foolish his family gave into social stigma over science but accepts reality is what it is. His pubes are naturally well cared for, as he is a firm believer of maintaining oneself.

☄️ Cyrus does not like to think about his penis too much, but his partner asked if they could measure it just once, he begrudgingly allows it. 6.5 inches (17cm). He shrugs in response. It is also noted that he has some decent girth. He later feels a bit smug upon learning he's longer than the average length and girth. Cyrus is uncircumcised, too. His pubes are as well groomed as the rest of him. He quietly debates going bald down there but resists. This looks best, he supposes.

💀 Guzma is endlessly smug about his length, naturally. 7 inches (18cm), and he always loves seeing his partner's reactions. He is girthy, too. Though, he is messy down there. Guy feels a nervous having scissors or shavers anywhere near his dick. Even his partner offering a hand goes rejected. Not happening. He is uncircumcised as well. His dad probably wanted him to be circumcised, though.

☕️ Lysandre is large in many, many ways. His dick is another. 8 inches (20cm) and girth tends to scare off most of possible partners, unfortunately. He supposes they simply were unworthy or something similar. The Flare Boss is more than attentive and would never hurt his lover. His grooming down there is extremely well done and reflective of the rest of him. Uncircumcised, naturally.

⭐️ Volo reflects his height with 7 inches (18cm) with his dick length. He doesn't really think about it too much, since survival is more important in Hisui and his love of archaeology keeps his attention. Of course, with his partner, he loves how stunned by it, they are. He has a reasonable girth, too. Uncircumcised, naturally, and also well groomed. Volo takes pride in his appearance somewhat.

[r0gue-taxidermy]

PACKERS AND PACKING INFORMATION AND REVIEWS:

Cw: prosthetic male genitalia/penises for informational purposes only 

I’m going to start this by first introducing myself so hello I’m Jackson I’m a plus size ftm trans teenager and I’m going to go over the best and easiest way to pack as a trans dude

You may be asking what a packer is? Well a packer is a gender affirming tool that creates or mimics a bulge or a penis which may seem like it’s a thing meant for adults but actually it’s very useful for everyone it helps with dysphoria or even just helps if your wanting to appear more masculine

Another thing that will be mentioned are STPs; STP stands for stand to pee device which do make it possible to as said stand to pee which can go from looking realistic or just being a cup with a tube

so I will be ranking my favorite packers/STPs/packing alternatives and will include where to find and price ranges and packing ability’s. If you have any questions either message me or comment them down below! Starting off strong with number one my favorite packer is

1. STP FREELY:

This is my favorite STP packer it’s 3.5 inches long and is a SOFT packer with a wide brim cup with a lip so no worry about spills or anything made with a skin safe soft silicone , definitely more of an affordable packer + STP it ranges from 45-50$ and it comes in 5 different skin tones! there is a XL Version of this packer that is 5 inches that I have not tried that is 50$ (you can also buy the XL rod which turns this into a pack and play “toy” for around 16$) and both xl and regular come with the option of being circumcised or non circumcised which I think is a neat feature! This packer also requires a harness ! I recommend the cake bandit packing harness it’s comfortable and not too tight. you can find both of these on TransGuySupply.com

Packing ability:9/10 definitely my favorite packer I’ve owned packs very well

Looks:9/10 nice weight, decently realistic but there are definitely better packers on the market but overall a wonderful packer

Stp ability: 10/10 very easy to get used too, big cup with a lip and semi realistic urethra hole

Can’t stress how much I love this packer will buy again

2. EZ bulge:

Here’s a cheap simple packing option for people who want to try out packing as it’s a foam insert made of a thicker foam material that you put In your boxers, these usually range from 5-10$ which isn’t bad the only downside is that they are stiff and if your bigger like me it will rub against your thighs and become uncomfortable and there’s definitely pros and cons for this packer like it’s latex or silicone free but it is kind of stiff and hard to position you can get this packer from transguysupply.com or Etsy!

Packing ability: 7/10 it works but is kind of uncomfortable and if not positioned right can look funny

Looks: 6/10definitely a more discrete option if you don’t get one with a dick imprint

3.HOMEMADE SOCK PACKERS

Omg I can’t express how much these save my life if I’m dyphoric these are a simple, cheap and easy way to pack I can’t express how much I use these on a daily basis, there are plenty of videos on YouTube on how to make these (kade cooks has a good tutorial on YouTube btw)

Packing ability:5/10 definitely a easy packing tool but can look kinda wonky if not made right and may take some trial and error

Looks: 2/10 definitely not a good looking packer but gets the job done

4.FOAM INSERT PACKER

Similar to the EZ bulge this is another foam packer insert but definitely is more comfortable, it’s a thin foam works well with most of the packing jockstraps,briefs, or boxers it’s about 5$ usually. I had one for a couple months then it started falling apart as the first layer of thin fabric came off of back but was a cheap and easy packer and is way more discrete option you can find this packer on transguysupply.com

Packing ability: definitely a solid 6/10 it works well but can fold or bunch up easily if you have bigger thighs

Looks:5/10 decently discrete looks similar to a bra cup

5.PACKER GEAR STP

this was my first ever STP or packer in general and can I say how much I hate this packer very small cup with no lip so spills are a big problem, it is almost physically impossible to use this as a packer this is the stiffest packer I’ve ever had IT WILL MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR HARD, the urethra and hole of this packer is massive and it’s unrealistic you will piss a stream the size of a no.2 pencil. One of its cons though is that it is the cheapest stp packer I know it’s 15$ and comes in two different skin colors, it is around 4.5 inches and can be found on transguysupply.com

Packing ability: 0/10 it’s trash

Looks: 5/10 it definitely tried to look realistic

Stp ability: 5/10 definitely not the best on the market but for how affordable it is it’s not too bad minus the firm cheap silicone and small cup

6. ANY FEMALE CAMPING URINAL

Such a honorable mention this fuckin thing well these can be found in most camping places, Amazon or anywhere online really. I can’t say I hate them but I can’t say I like them either but definitely work, they look mad dumb honestly and make me dysphoric lowkey but they work as STPs but unlike the other two options on this list this can’t be used as at a urinal but they don’t spill and are easily found and can be used by people who aren’t FtM or transmasc and usually range about 5-20$ online

Packing ability:0/10

Looks:0/10 mad Fucking ugly

Stp ability:10/10 definitely does the job

And that’s the end of my review folks I hope this can help out other trans people

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

JJK Headcannon’s Guy’s eggplants 👀

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cw: nsfw (aged up characters)

Gojo: circumcised; it’s decently long like 7.5 inches. Not super girthy but mans knows how to use it. And he has his fingers anyway 😍

Geto- uncircumcised; bro is like 6.5 inches, a little over average but he’s girthier and his hips don’t lie. Thrust king 

Nanami- uncircumcised; his is super thick 😭 he’s a thick girthy king. His is probably only 6 inches but it is WIDE 

Toji- circumcised; he got that build 😔 you know he’s packing at least 8 inches. Dare I say 9. And it’s thick too. It’s a double threat I’m afraid. 

Sukuna- uncircumcised; bro is in a similar boat to Nanami. I’d say he’s like 7.5 inches but his is also really girthy. And bonus points if he has two

Choso- circumcised; his is definitely 7 inches, fully groomed to a T whatever. It isn’t super thick tho, more on the skinnier side. 

Yuji- uncircumcised; uhhh bro is like 6 inches I’d say with average thickness. He’s the type of guy to know how to use it though without *knowing* how to use it. He just knows it’s good but doesn’t know how and no one complains

Megumi- uncircumcised; bro is a solid 7.5 on the scale and it’s definitely on the thinner side. I headcanon that he’s kinda on the asexual spectrum, he knows how to pleasure a woman but sex isn’t the forefront of relationships for him 💯 

Yuta- circumcised; AHH YUTA‼️ he’s such a gentleman with it; slow and sensual vibes. His is definitely 6.5-7 inches and decently thick. He always let’s the girl come first

Inumaki- circumcised; listen.. I love him but I don’t think it would be big. I feel like it would be 5 inches and not overly girthy. But again. He has the mouth to make up for it so don’t worry